I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 203 - 103: Training Trifles

Losing to a stronger opponent was nothing to be ashamed of.

Zhao Rui didn’t let it bother him and continued his Palm Technique sparring with Luo Yongxiang.

"BAM!"

"Argh!"

Only three to five minutes passed before another six students were knocked down or struck, dropping like flies.

Miao Miaomiao was among them.

Her Cultivation of the Charm Immortal Technique was still incomplete, leaving her with less than thirty percent of her full Power. Since she also couldn’t use the Charm Immortal Technique’s Charm Skill, her defeat was inevitable.

’But why are they all university students?’

It wasn’t just Zhao Rui; the other university students who were still sparring also sensed that something was off.

’Are the members of the Youth Training Team targeting us on purpose?’

The remaining university students, who already possessed considerable Power, grew even more cautious upon seeing this.

Fortunately, an assistant coach noticed the problem and quickly stepped in to scold them.

The purpose of sparring was to practice proficiently applying their learned Martial Arts in a combat situation.

It wasn’t about determining a winner or a loser.

The actions of those Youth Training Team members just now had clearly been intentional.

There was no way the coaches could have missed it.

Thanks to their intervention, a sense of harmony returned to the training center.

"Great Compassion Hand replication progress: twenty percent..."

"Great Compassion Hand replication progress: seventy percent..."

After a morning of intermittent sparring, Zhao Rui’s replication progress had already surpassed seventy percent.

It was a fruitful morning.

Luo Yongxiang, on the other hand, was feeling much more frustrated.

To speed up the replication, Zhao Rui had been constantly increasing the attack speed of his Prajna Palm, forcing Luo Yongxiang to accelerate his own Cultivation Technique.

The whole morning had left him so exhausted that his usual talkative and arrogant demeanor was completely forgotten.

"Hey man, shall we continue this afternoon?"

When the session ended, Zhao Rui said to Luo Yongxiang with a smile.

"Huh? Are we sparring again this afternoon?"

Luo Yongxiang was shocked, a conflicted look on his face.

"No, I just thought you might not have had enough. We could continue while we eat!"

Zhao Rui laughed.

"Like hell I’m continuing with you..."

The moment he heard that, Luo Yongxiang turned and hurried away, not giving Zhao Rui a chance to say another word.

Zhao Rui chuckled and turned toward the rest area by the entrance, where the five of them were supposed to meet.

Regardless of their relationships within the team, once they were outside, they were all soldiers in the same trench.

As the person Wang Zhanshan had put in charge, Zhao Rui naturally had to do a good job as their "captain."

"Let’s eat first. After we’re done, we’ll find a place to talk."

Zhao Rui glanced at the group and, noticing Zheng Minghao looked a little dejected, spoke up.

Everyone nodded and they left the training center together.

After their meal, the group headed over to the artificial pond at the training center, found a small pavilion, and sat down.

"What happened this morning wasn’t a coincidence. I expect they’ll try something again. They just want to put us university students in our place."

"When you’re sparring with them, don’t push yourselves too hard. We want to avoid injuries..."

"We’re here to train, not to win every little skirmish. The real test will be in the arena."

"Of course, we’re not here to start trouble, but we won’t be pushed around either. I think you all understand that."

Zhao Rui said in a serious tone.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Wang Dalong was prudent by nature, so he didn’t say much. Cai Zhengyang was the type to be a coward to the strong and a bully to the weak, so he didn’t have any objections either.

As for the other two, they looked to Zhao Rui as their leader and knew they weren’t strong enough to win, so they had even less to say.

After a brief discussion, the group returned to their dorms for a midday rest.

In the afternoon, the training session was the same as the day before: specialized training for specific parts of the body.

Since the Eastern Martial Body students had just arrived, Bai Wenlong had an assistant coach give them separate, special training.

Once they were familiar with the methods, they rejoined the main group for training.

The evening session was the same.

By the end of the day’s training, the Eastern Martial Body students were all completely drained, like wilted eggplants after a frost.

After the session, they all scurried back to their dorms.

In contrast, Zhao Rui’s group, having gone through it the day before, had clearly adapted much better.

After a short rest, they had recovered significantly.

「The night passed uneventfully.」

The next day, the training regimen was the same: group sparring.

Zhao Rui approached Luo Yongxiang with a smile and immediately launched a fierce assault.

Luo Yongxiang had no choice but to brace himself and use every trick he had to fend off the attack.

Although he could block and even counter-attack, the high-frequency assault put his mind under extreme stress, and his fatigue multiplied.

’He regretted ever approaching Zhao Rui. This guy was nothing like what Senior Brother Fu had described.’

’His Power wasn’t a weakness at all—it was clearly his strong suit.’

’He was completely unaffected by such a high-frequency output of Inner Strength. In contrast, I was on the verge of collapse. The difference between us was obvious.’

"Great Compassion Hand replication successful. Reward: one Advancement Point!"

As the system prompt sounded, signaling the completion of the replication, Zhao Rui eased up on his assault.

Luo Yongxiang’s face lit up. He executed a feint, leaped out of the range of Zhao Rui’s Palm Force, and held up a hand in a "stop" gesture.

"Coach, I’d like to switch partners."

Luo Yongxiang looked hopefully at the nearby assistant coach.

"What’s wrong with you? You were the one who chose him, and now you’re the one who wants to switch?"

"Keep training."

The assistant coach snapped, his expression unfriendly, and flatly rejected the request.

Luo Yongxiang turned to Zhao Rui, his face so miserable he looked like he was about to cry.

’He made up his mind. He wouldn’t keep this up. At worst, he’d take a palm strike. If he continued sparring like this, he was going to have a breakdown.’